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I found this now and it was a visual and aural delight reading and re-reading it. I went back to search for the title of your poem and there isn't one. Can't think of what it could be but "Poupee". "...not much of a versifier"? You can say you've forgotten much of your math and science and economic theory and French grammar and some of the rest of what you say sometimes - but I can't see how you can be 'not much of a versifier'. People have reported that you've written poems in French. You'll say that falls in the 'now and then'. But your stories and essays even have your own 'poem lines' in between. You probably didn't write all the poems you could have, which somehow isn't really the same as being 'not much of a versifier'.

This is the first poem penned by you that I have come across and that too in mother tongue. Thanks for sharing it. And I completely agree with Shilpi di in the fact that I am also unable to see how you can be 'not much of a versifier'.

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I am 53, and for more than a decade now a confirmed home-bird. I read, write, teach, counsel, listen to music, exercise, watch movies, have fun with kids including my own, try to be a good husband, think all the time, and generally endeavour to live the good life as I have understood it. It's tough.